Hey look at that train heading down the trackAnd look at that smoke coming out the stackFifty-five miles an hour, now ain't that speedWell, she's riding high wide and handsome and she's just what the country needsBut the times have changed and she's the last of a dying breed

Everybody take a look at that engineerHis face looks worried but his eyes are clearHe got a wife at home and six hungry kids to feedBut his hand is steady on the throttle and he's just what the country needsBut now the times have changed he's the last of a dying breed

Yeah, now look at that farmer with a two-bottom plowThree hundred acres an empty hay mowTwo hundred acres ain't nothing but dust and weedsWell, he's upright, straight and honest and he's just what the country needsBut the times have changed, he's the last of a dying breed

Hey, hey, hey there goes a fellow in a ten-gallon hatHigh heeled boots and a lariatSix shooter hanging way down around his kneesWell, he cool and independent and he's just what the country needsBut the times have changed, he's the last of a dying breed

Well, now he out on the highway with his old guitarFlagging down semi's and travelling farTalking with farmers and truck-driving men and thievesWell, the leavings for the old folkies, ain't nothing but stems and seedsCause the times have changed, he's the last of a dying breed